Polar Vortex
• Written by Randerson
Intro:
Got positioned in a converted radius
But still manage to make it out
Verse 1:
My time is going down, in some months i'll be gone
I shakespears and messed, it up but what went wrong?
I start to play her favorite song, creeping in right through her thong
Make the right moves, then she has the chance to spawn
We take adventures going to explore but no feedback
I read that, explore some more with my man Flapjack
Niggas look real excited eyeing on a bowl pack
They smoke by the zip, lets take the time to find the extract
Point blank accuracy shooting right through the aura
My keyblade masters are Terra, Riku, and Sora
So sadistic with the power in the jungle call me mystic roarer
Injuries happened too much for my own controller
Having oodles of joy, you reading books on confusion and soy
My name is Elroy with some joy of my essence in the void
Through difficulty to the stars, were off to march, that's my Ode to Joy
These niggas play dirty, watch your step, they treat you like a toy
Hook:
Can't find your way out. It's the same thing
Might as well stay in the fifth dimension
Independence strong, but not when you have solace
The past has passed with chances but you followed north
Verse 2:
Engraved lyrics in my gene
In my dream, I see poppy seeds
Exalted thoughts of greater power have no shame it's just a thought
Food for thought, maybe so let all these fiends devour it down
Got too full from the meal had a trip down to lazytown
I'm not a king just a prince with high hopes and living youth
Fatal truth, I have false hope so it followed me by my fucking roots
Yeah man, I call it how I see it
Last time I did it twenty niggas started bleeding
What the hell are you doing? Your hairline's retreating
Got some good weed his bloodlines depleting
Worldwide news it's a tragic murder
Ten years a cold case I start to look further
Physics got me in the gravity, splatting rhymes of activities
I'm in my Law of Motion, keep it silent, reactivity
When these niggas talk all I hear is blasphemy
Spit the bars hot, it's gun shots shooting rapidly
I protest to equal distance from my inspiration
If not, I'm mindless through my whole installation
For decades, I gave lost art of perception
I'm in my final form witness the power of perfection
Where in the flood, if I touch you get infected
Get what you earned even when inspected
I take my time to shine for myself in a different place
Have to get use to this travel shit in higher states
Spacial space to save that's forever in the time of day
I write my raps and take the maps to read and learn then start to trace
Outro:
Swift
Lotus leaves start to fall likes it's autumn
Serving for my force just my major quantum
Exterminate the beam from the solar rays
Even when your choking and or coughing
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About the Artist
Randerson
Member since November 30 2014